Walt Grace, desperately hating this whole place
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Dreamed to discover a new space and buried himself alive
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Inside his basement
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Tongue on the side of his face meant
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He's working away on displacement
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And what it would take to survive
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Cause when you're done with this world
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You know the next is up to you
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And his wife told his kids he was crazy
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And his friends said he'd fail if he tried
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But with the will to work hard and a library card
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He took a homemade, fan blade, one-man submarine ride
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That morning the sea was mad and I mean it
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Waves as big as he'd seen it deep in his dreams at home
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From dry land, he rolled it over to wet sand
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Closed the hatch up with one hand
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And pedaled off alone
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Cause when you're done with this world
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You know the next is up to you
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And for once in his life, it was quiet
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As he learned how to turn in the tide
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And the sky was aflare when he came up for air
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In his homemade, fan blade, one-man submarine ride
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One evening, when weeks had passed since his leaving
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The call she planned on receiving finally made it home
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She accepted the news she never expected
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The operator connected the call from Tokyo
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Cause when you're done with this world
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You know the next is up to you
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Now his friends bring him up when they're drinking
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At the bar with his name on the side
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And they smile when they kid, as they speak of the man
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Who took a homemade, fan blade, one-man submarine ride
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Walt Grace's Submarine Test, January 1967
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| John Mayer |
